“What’s happening? What can you see?” “Be quiet.” “What’s that smell?” “How the fuck should I know?” “Ow! Oh, oh shit, I’m standing on something soft.” “Pick up your fucking feet!” “Fisher? Fisher. Are we nearly at the door? Ow, what the hell was that? Something hit my arm really hard.” “It was my fist. Now shut. The fuck. Up.”
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